"It ain't anywhere.
What gold plate?
What are you talking about?
I don't remember nothing about no gold plate at all." No, Maria did not remember.

The trouble and turmoil of her mind consequent upon the birth of her child seemed to have readjusted her disordered ideas upon this point.

Her mania had come to a crisis, which in subsiding had cleared her brain of its one illusion.

She did not remember.

Or it was possible that the gold plate she had once remembered had had some foundation in fact, that her recital of its splendors had been truth, sound and sane.